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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 117 из 272I was beginning to suspect that being anecromancer had more fringe benefits than just being good with zombies.
"Red becomes you, Ma petite ." His voice had grown softer, deeper. He moved closer to me, not touching. He knew better than that, but somehow his eyes showed where his hands wanted to be. "I like this very much."
His voice was soft and warm, and far more intimate than his words. "Your legs are wonderful." His words were growing softer. A whisper in the dark that hovered around my body like a line of warmth. His voice was always like that, touchable. He still had the best voice I'd ever heard.
"Stop it, Jean-Claude. I'm too short to have wonderful legs."
"I do not understand this modern obsession with height." He ran his hands just above my hose, so close I could almost feel it like a breath of warmth against my skin.
"Stop it," I said.
"Stop what?" His voice was utterly mild, harmless. Ri-ight.
I shook my head. Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?
"Fine, flirt all you want, but keep in mind that you're here to save the life of a young boy. A young boy who may be being raped while we sit here and waste time."
He sighed deeply and walked towards me. Something must have shown on my face because he sat down in the other chair, not trying to come closer. "You have a habit, Ma petite , of taking all the fun out of seducing you."
"Yippee," I said. "Now, can we get down to business?"
He smiled his lovely, perfect smile. "I had arranged to meet with the Master of Branson tonight."
"Just like that," I said.
"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" he asked. His voice held that amused edge again.
"Yeah. I'm just not used to you giving me exactly what I ask for."
"I would give you anything you wanted, Ma petite , if you would only let me."
"I wanted you out of my life. You don't seem to want to do that."
He sighed. "No, Ma petite , I do not want to do that." He let it go at that. No accusations about me wanting to be with Richard instead of him. No vague threats on Richard's life. It was sort of odd.
"You're up to something," I said.
He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. " Moi ?"
"Yeah, you," I said. I shook my head and let it go. He was up to something. I knew him well enough to know the signs, but I also knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't tell me until he was good and ready. Nobody kept a secret like Jean-Claude, and nobody else had as many of them. There was no deceit in Richard.
"Red becomes you, Ma petite ." His voice had grown softer, deeper. He moved closer to me, not touching. He knew better than that, but somehow his eyes showed where his hands wanted to be. "I like this very much."
His voice was soft and warm, and far more intimate than his words. "Your legs are wonderful." His words were growing softer. A whisper in the dark that hovered around my body like a line of warmth. His voice was always like that, touchable. He still had the best voice I'd ever heard.
"Stop it, Jean-Claude. I'm too short to have wonderful legs."
"I do not understand this modern obsession with height." He ran his hands just above my hose, so close I could almost feel it like a breath of warmth against my skin.
"Stop it," I said.
"Stop what?" His voice was utterly mild, harmless. Ri-ight.
I shook my head. Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?
"Fine, flirt all you want, but keep in mind that you're here to save the life of a young boy. A young boy who may be being raped while we sit here and waste time."
He sighed deeply and walked towards me. Something must have shown on my face because he sat down in the other chair, not trying to come closer. "You have a habit, Ma petite , of taking all the fun out of seducing you."
"Yippee," I said. "Now, can we get down to business?"
He smiled his lovely, perfect smile. "I had arranged to meet with the Master of Branson tonight."
"Just like that," I said.
"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" he asked. His voice held that amused edge again.
"Yeah. I'm just not used to you giving me exactly what I ask for."
"I would give you anything you wanted, Ma petite , if you would only let me."
"I wanted you out of my life. You don't seem to want to do that."
He sighed. "No, Ma petite , I do not want to do that." He let it go at that. No accusations about me wanting to be with Richard instead of him. No vague threats on Richard's life. It was sort of odd.
"You're up to something," I said.
He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. " Moi ?"
"Yeah, you," I said. I shook my head and let it go. He was up to something. I knew him well enough to know the signs, but I also knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't tell me until he was good and ready. Nobody kept a secret like Jean-Claude, and nobody else had as many of them. There was no deceit in Richard.